Page 31 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“But I’ll sleep better tonight. And it’s all thanks to you guys.” She nods. “So, hell yeah, you can count on me.”
“Brilliant! How much do I owe for the ride?”
“That depends. Are you rich?”
This girl is fun.
I hear a car approaching. It’s the kidnapping van, followed by Hunter’s car.
Before the van makes a complete stop in front of the house, the passenger’s door opens and Gabe jumps out, stalking toward me.
“The curse is broken!” I yell happily, forgetting about our earlier fight for a moment. But the cold, threatening look on his face is a quick reminder.
I open my mouth, ready to give him another bloody piece of my mind, when his lips crash on mine before I can let out a single word. His hands palm my arse, and he hoists me up, pushing my legs around his hips, red stilettos crossing behind his back, as his lips ravage my mouth without mercy. I drop the umbrella and the taser. All thoughts disappear from my mind as he keeps dominating me, body and soul.
I let out a whimper when he breaks the kiss and try to follow his mouth, but Bez growls at me, and then I find my back against the side of the house. His burning gaze engulfs me, and my heart stutters a beat.
“Where were you?” I ask him. I expected them to rush to help me. Instead they just arrived.
“You wanted to do this yourself,” Gabe replies.
They listened to me?Is this some kind of Krampus’s miracle? My eyes move to find Wednesday but Gabe takes something outof his coat pocket and slides it around my neck. It’s Gran’s urn pendant. The familiar weight on my chest makes me breathe easily again. And fuck, I think I’m falling in love with my men all over again.
“Don’t you ever, ever leave us like thateveragain!” Bez snarls, but underneath the anger, I can see his distress.
His tongue invades my mouth once again, and I bite and suck on it hard. When are they going to understand that I will always come back to them?
“Uhm, Bez, can you let the Gremlin breathe?” I hear Rami saying. “This is his…initiation.He needs to do the honors here.”
And I will, in a minute. Or two.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head, I need to turn someone dead,” I singsong near the maggot’s ear. I’m in the FUNS room at the base, still wearing the itchy-as-fuck Krampus shorts. But it doesn’t matter, because this is my show.
I’m going solo here, baby!
Well, technically Wednesday is in the room with me, but only because I’m certain Krampus possessed her. And I need him to see I’ll keep going with the groveling plan—step three, the sacrifice.
Gabe is on the other side of the glass wall with Uri. I haven’t seen much of the Super Model lately. Not since he dropped the bomb of having a brother. He looks tired, I can clearly see thedark shadows under his eyes. He’s talking to Gabe, but with the intercom off, I can’t hear what they are saying. When Uri turns his gaze toward Sari, working in the lab, his body tenses, leaving me confused once again about what the hell is going on between those two.
I need to push up mySuriplan—Sari plus Uri, my ship name for them—and push them into each other’s arms. Can’t lose a bet to Gabe and Bez, even though time is running out.
“Why the fuck are you wearing that ridiculous outfit? Is it a new fashion statement?” Uri asks brusquely, and I flip him off, showing the little golden skull on my black polished nail.
“I brought you a change,” Gabe lets me know. He needs to stop being this amazing, or I’ll ride him right here in front of everybody.
“I’ll burn these rash-inducing shorts as soon as I’m done here.”
“No, keep them,” Bez growls low, letting me know his intentions.
“Now who’s the freak?” Uri turns toward my fiancés. They both ignore him.
“Happy initiation, Lori,” Gabe tells me, and I beam at him. I lick the dip in the middle of my lower lip, to guide his eyes to it. He loves my sexy mouth, and I just secured a hard fuck as soon as I’m done here.
The maggot moans as she finally wakes up, turning up my excitement exponentially. My eyes sparkle as I run what I’m going to do to her inside my head one more time.
She’s tied, hands and feet, to a metal chair, wearing only a bra and her horrific grandma panties—nobody is interested in herassets here. The room is covered in purple plastic with torture tools hanging from the ceiling and a hen walking around.
The maggot’s frightened reaction is quite average. She recognizes me, screams, cusses, and fights fruitlessly against the ropes around her wrists and ankles, then begs and tries to bribe me. Nothing I haven’t heard before—I’ve witnessed my share of maggots’ deaths. And I’m overly bored already.
